The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-24

slightly towards her, and asked IL she
would mind having the window 1T
tie open.
mot the very least in the world"
she answered graclously. 'In fact. /
like it open If 1t is not very cold wealth
err"
Very soon they 81 pped into CONVEX
sation, and Mrs. Bob was charmed by
him-he was so polite, SO courtly, so
very pleasant. He offered her the
Graphic and the Illustrated, which Mrs
Bob accepted and glanced over. Bob.
who had thrust those very papers into
his bag half an hour before, grinned to
himself under his mustache and let
them remain there. Then, the papers
being exhaused, Mrs. Bob and the old
parscn fell back upon conversation, and
very nicely did their conversation flour
ish. They talked about all manner OF
things, and when the two old ladies and
the fat old gentleman got out, which
they did at Peterborough and Grant
ham. he became good deal more
amusing, and made Mrs. Bob laugh so
much that they quite glided into flirta-
ton.
AS for Bob, he was unusually quiet;
and Bob was not great talker ut any
time. Once, indeed, so silent was he
that his wife asked him il he had a
headache; but he answered in the mega
tive, and added that the story he was
reading was particularly interesting.
So he read his book most of the way,
and only joined into the conversation
not to look sulky.
Twenty minutes more" said Mrs.
Bob. looking at her watch land we
shall be at York; we change at York for
Liliminster.
"You go to Lilimnster p' said the
old person.
"Yes; my husbands regiment is quar-
tered there" she replied.
"Ah l go different wagon to Car
lisle," he said.
"Oh, you live at Carlisle ?" In truth,
the little woman was longing to kno W
where he did live, and what was his
name, but did not quite like 10 put the
question plainly.
"Oh, no live in London" he an
swered. ii am going to Carlisle for n
couple Of days on matter Of business.
At this point Bob exploded-a smoth-
cred little Singer of a laugh, just
loud enough for Mrs Bob to hear.
make her turn her big eyes upon him
and ask;
why are you laughing, Bob ?"
"Oh this story is awfully amusing"
he answered, promptly. AS it happen
ed, that portion of the story just
before him described heart-broken
parting between pair of eart-broken
lovers.
However, satisfied by the reply. Mrs.
Bob turned again to their fellow-travel-
Ter.
"Oh, / thought your living might be
at Carlisle" she said. .
my hvingP' he repeated, in a
puzzled tone. which set Bob off laugh
ing again. my liring, my dear lady!
am not clergyman.
''Oh, are you notP" in crestfallen
tones. II made sure you WERE"
The fact is" struck in Bob. my
wife considers herself great judge of
character aud physlognomy and all
that-says she has only to look at a
man to tell his business at once"
my dear madam" said the old
gentleman. in very kind tone. II am
afraid for once you are at fault. l hold
public Office under the Crown"
Really now! Well, l quite thought
you were a clergyman. How one may
be mistakenl' she said, in the pretty,
childish way which seemed to attract
every one, and wondering what Bob
could be laughing at "Oh, here we
are at York.
The old gentleman was very kind
still; their train left in ten minutes,
and he helped to carry some of her
numerous parcels across the platform.
Presently, when Bob brought his wife
back from the refreshment-room, he
helped her into the carriage.
Goodbye" she said, holding out her
hand to him. you have been very
kind to me; we have enjoyed your
society very much. 1 hope we may